Where a Piece of Me is Torn Away is Juliet Carpenter's memoir in poetry, describing her long career as a renowned physician in Boulder, Colorado, her personal and spiritual life, her work as a humanitarian and her deep insights about the sacred spaces of birth and death.
this reminds me of the poems I used to write: line breaks at random, simple diction, little rhyme, emotion that is hiding. you can tell that every poem in this book is important to Carpenter and the people in her life, but a marker of good poetry i would argue, is if it extends universally, and this poetry did nothing but bore me. you can tell she has never read "Howl" or Lorca or Whitman, that this collection of poems was not an expression of her own poetic interest, but instead an expression of her emotions like a diary. poetry is like art, anything can be "poetry" but i would argue this book is not capital P poetry in the sense that i don't see how this could be taught in a class. there is nothing to learn from these poems.